Surely some more of you have topped up your lists, even just in this last week. And, yes, I am absolutely only asking as an excuse to talk about mine.
On my quest to see every UEFA senior men's national team, in the last year I've managed Albania, Israel, Cyprus and - last night - Kazakhstan, without travelling any further than Mount Florida. I'm now on 47 out of the current 55.
As well as being generally surprising, Scotland winning their Nations League group last season was bad for my prospects of bagging the final eight as quickly and locally as possible: We've taken ourselves into a different league from Andorra, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Luxembourg, Moldova and Montenegro. Yeah, it'll probably just be a season or two before we're relegated into that lot again but I'm fifty now and still eating and drinking like a rugby playing student.
However, I have my tickets booked for all four Euro 2020 games to be played at Hampden next summer and while it would be lovely if Kosovo both qualified and ended up in Group D, I feel destiny will have an even kinder hand in this:
The fates recognise my commitment to the cause and the agonies it's put me through - both in terms of bagging UEFA countries and largely doing so by watching those countries play Scotland.
The gods of international football fate know I only want to see two things before I die and on 30th June 2020 they won't just provide but will bring both to me.
I'll have barely half an hour in the car then a ten minute walk to my seat where, laid out in the South Side sun, just for me, finally, will be both Scotland in the knockout stages of a major finals and, their opponents, ...
It's written.
On my quest to see every UEFA senior men's national team, in the last year I've managed Albania, Israel, Cyprus and - last night - Kazakhstan, without travelling any further than Mount Florida. I'm now on 47 out of the current 55.
As well as being generally surprising, Scotland winning their Nations League group last season was bad for my prospects of bagging the final eight as quickly and locally as possible: We've taken ourselves into a different league from Andorra, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Luxembourg, Moldova and Montenegro. Yeah, it'll probably just be a season or two before we're relegated into that lot again but I'm fifty now and still eating and drinking like a rugby playing student.
However, I have my tickets booked for all four Euro 2020 games to be played at Hampden next summer and while it would be lovely if Kosovo both qualified and ended up in Group D, I feel destiny will have an even kinder hand in this:
The fates recognise my commitment to the cause and the agonies it's put me through - both in terms of bagging UEFA countries and largely doing so by watching those countries play Scotland.
The gods of international football fate know I only want to see two things before I die and on 30th June 2020 they won't just provide but will bring both to me.
I'll have barely half an hour in the car then a ten minute walk to my seat where, laid out in the South Side sun, just for me, finally, will be both Scotland in the knockout stages of a major finals and, their opponents, ...
Originally posted by Benjm
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